The Quarry
You hunted me with all the pack, Too blind, too blind, to see By no wild hope of force or greed Could you make sure of me. And like a phantom through the glades, With tender breast aglow, The goddess in me laughed to hear Your horns a-roving go. She laughed to think no mortal ever By dint of mortal flesh The very Cause that was the Hunt One moment could enmesh: That though with captive limbs I lay, Stilled breath and vanquished eyes, He that hunts Love with horse and hound Hunts out his heart and eyes.
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"You hunted me with all the pack,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "The Quarry"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...